Glass after glass,
bled beautifully empty.
Wismical clear shaded vodka,
tasting so very lovely.
Lost in delusions,
mocking visions that cry.
Downing the shots,
kills the thoughts I hide.
Cigarettes burnt quickly,
pack left dead hollow.
Theories in contemplation,
dreams seeming so shallow.
Skinny Dipping 4a.m.
inches of water crept.
Three feet short,
leaving bodies standing unwet.
Long walks dragging,
television still barely calling.
Headache yet rising,
drunken antics start falling.
Early morning sun,
bottles contents slowy emptied.
She's laying down,
two's sexuality becoming remedied.
And I'm here,
struggling to type keys.
The lovely drunkeness,
angelical feeling to please.
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